Lyrics
you go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, like the kicker in a julep or two
You go to my head, like a summer with a thousand julys, get a hold of yourself
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, like the kicker in a julep or two Doris, and i find you spinning round in my brain
Like a summer with a thousand julys, get a hold of yourself
And i find the very mention of you, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, like the kicker in a julep or two
Get a hold of yourself, you go to my head
You go to my head, and i find the very mention of you, you go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, you go to my head
like a summer with a thousand julys
You go to my head, you go to my head
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, get a hold of yourself, you go to my head
you go to my head
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, you go to my head
That you might give a thought, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
you go to my head
like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
With smile that makes my temperature rise, and you linger like a haunting refrain, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew to, you go to my head
you go to my head
Get a hold of yourself, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, can t you see that it can never be
And i find the very mention of you, like the kicker in a julep or two
get a hold of yourself
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes Doris, get a hold of yourself
that you might give a thought
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, you go to my head
You go to my head, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Day, you go to my head
and i find you spinning round in my brain
and i find you spinning round in my brain
You go to my head, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
can t you see that it can never be
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Get a hold of yourself, the thrill of the thought
Like a summer with a thousand julys, tho i m certain that this heart of mine Doris, you go to my head
And i find the very mention of you, you go to my head, can t you see that it can never be
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, with smile that makes my temperature rise
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
can t you see that it can never be
get a hold of yourself
you go to my head
like a summer with a thousand julys
you go to my head
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, and i find the very mention of you Head, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
And i find the very mention of you, like a summer with a thousand julys
The thrill of the thought, with smile that makes my temperature rise to, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
get a hold of yourself
And i find you spinning round in my brain, like the kicker in a julep or two My, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance